"Well, what if we arrange for you to go to the modest? A wedding gown would be lovely on you." Not that she seemed particularly interested in fashion, but it was a start, right? He took the hand that was in his and placed it on his arm, "I am sure your mother would know where to go for a wedding gown." He began to walk with her, assuming she came with, around the greenhouse where the smells of the flowers overwhelmed at times. He was doing his best to comfort her if he could, knowing her nerves were probably all jittery with all that was going on.